Page 13 of Savage Revenge

“Fuck you! Let me go!”

He advances on me, and I take off, running to get to the other side of the room to stay as far away from him as possible. Before I can pass him, he snaps his arm out and roughly grabs me, wrestling with me as I fight, claw, and kick against him.

“Stop!” he booms. “There’s glass on the floor and you’re barefoot.”

His command does nothing to stop me. I keep fighting because whatever is going on here, it’s dangerous.

“Let me go!” I scream, sounding more like a petulant child than a grown woman.

He blocks all my intended blows, restraining both my wrists in one of his large hands while moving us away from the glass.Once he’s backed away far enough, he releases me, and I use the moment to my advantage. I slap him across the face, the sound of palm against skin giving me a brief sense of satisfaction. My handprint blooms on his cheek, and damn, it feels good.

Except it doesn’t even faze the asshole.

Instead, his eyes darken, and his lips stretch into a wicked smile. He wraps his enormous hand around the base of my neck and shoves me against the wall, holding me in place while he grabs one of my wrists so tightly that it might leave bruises.

“Stop fighting me, brat,” he growls. “I’m not going to hurt you unless you force me to.”

My chest heaves, and I’m sure I look like a caged animal searching for an escape route, but I don’t care.

“You drugged me!”

“Yes.”

“And kidnapped me!”

“I did.”

“You fucking psycho. Let me go, Cash.”

He shakes his head, his eyes dark and deadly. “Not until I get what I want.”

Our bodies are pressed against each other, and he flexes his hips slightly, his hard cock rubbing my stomach. Something flutters inside me, but I ignore it and try to push him away with no luck. His fingers are still wrapped around my neck, gripping me with enough tension on the sides that I’m getting a bit lightheaded, but not enough to crush my windpipe.

“I’m not fucking you,” I hiss.

The broken heart tattoo lifts slightly as he smiles and runs his tongue over his perfectly white teeth. “Kitten, if I wanted to fuck you, we would have fucked already, and I wouldn’t have had to drug you for it. That’s not what I want.”

A shiver runs down my spine.

Then what? What could he possibly want from me?

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to be a good little girl and not try to escape again. Otherwise, I’m going to take off my belt and spank your ass with it until you can’t sit for a month. Are we clear?”

What? Is he serious? Spank me?

“Fuck. You,” I whisper.

Cash chuckles. “If you keep offering, kitten, I’m going to start thinking you actuallywantto fuck me.”

The air around us crackles. A battle between the two of us that no matter how much I want to win, I know I’m not going to. He’s stronger, faster, and deadlier.

I’ve heard stories about him. The things he’s done to people who cheat and steal from their casinos. The Savages own almost all the barren desert within two hundred miles of Las Vegas in every direction. I don’t even want to guess the number of bodies buried beneath all that land.

Feeling defeated, scared, and too tired to keep fighting, I slump back against the wall, the firm hold of his hand around my throat giving me support.

“What do you want, Cash?” I ask desperately. “What do you want from me?”

“Answers, kitten. I want the truth. Or, so help me, I will make you regret ever meeting me.”

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